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Saturday, January 2, 2010

Be infinitesimal under that sky, a creatureeven the sailing hawk misses, a wraithamong the rocks where the mist parts slowly.Recall the waymere mortals are overwhelmedby circumstance,how great reputationsdissolve with infirmity and howyou, in particular,live a hairsbreadth from losingeveryone you hold dear.

Then, look back down the path as if seeingyour past and then south over the hazy bluecoast as if present to a wide future,recall the way you are all possibilitiesyou can see and how you live bestas anappreciator of horizonswhether you reach them or not,admit that once you have got upfrom your chair and opened the door, once you have walked out into the clean airtoward that edge and taken the path up highbeyond the ordinary you have becomethe privileged and the pilgrimthe one who will tell the storyand the one, coming backfrom the mountain,who helped to make it.